Lorena's version of the events. We still have not been able to get Swirls and Pokey to write their perspective. At first, they were just too traumatized. By now, I do believe they have repressed their memories.
Saturday, August 5, 2006
We gave a half tablet of Benadryl each to Swirls and Pocatalico, or Pokey, at about 7:30 AM. The Benadryl created the opposite of the desired affect. Swirls’ pupils were enlarged and the cats were chasing each other and playing quite friskily. We had everything loaded and ready to go at about two hours after the supposed sedative was administered. Swirls and Pokey were in their extra large canvas carrier and placed between the bucket seats of the moving truck. Pokey meowed nearly continuously for about an hour or two and eventually settled down somewhat, but continued to vocalize his annoyance. Both cats were still wide awake every time I peaked in the carrier. I draped a blanket over the carrier in attempt to persuade them to sleep. Swirls was more easily persuaded and began sleeping around noon. Pokey, on the other hand, finally slept around 2:30 PM.
We found a campground at about 9:00 PM Central Time. I tried to let the kitties out on their leashes, but all the noise seemed to frighten them. Chris and I felt it best to keep Swirls and Pokey inside their carrier and under the rainfly of our tent for the night. Pokey was not happy that he had to remain contained. Swirls was as easy-going about it all as ever. About 4:00 AM it began to rain. Before long it was storming and I could hear Pokey crying and pushing at the edges of the carrier. He had been doing that when he was upset during the day, so I thought nothing of it. I awoke in the continuing rain again at 6:00 AM and decided to move the cats to the cab of the truck and let them out of the carrier. I prepared the truck, opened the rainfly and picked up a very light kitty carrier. They had somehow managed to work the zipper open and escape!
“Chris! The cats are out!” I said into the tent.
As Chris roused himself for the search, I called for Swirls through the rain, expecting his response first and heard a plaintive meow from Pokey coming from under the car carrier trailer. I sweet talked to him and he did not pull away as I reached under and pulled out a rather wet Pocatalico. I took him to the truck and dried him as best I could with the cleaning rags we carried there.
The search for Swirls continued. Pokey had a few sticky burs in his fur and Chris thought he may have heard soft meowing coming from the woods just behind our campsite, so that is were we looked. Chris and I walked into the woods apart from each other calling for Swirls. I soon heard a small meow, so I called again. Swirls and I responded to each other until I was pretty certain he was near. He had found a small area where limbs and leaves had gathered above a gulley and was staying near the back of his little “cave” to stay out of the rain. He seemed happy to see me, but still did not want to come out in the rain to come to me and I did not want to lie down in the sticky mud to reach in and grab him. We merely looked at each other for probably about a minute, though it seemed much longer. I finally decided to pull some of the leaves off the top of the limbs above Swirls to reach him. I did so and pulled out a wet and muddy Swirls. We went back to the truck to much rejoicing.
We decided to skip the antihistamine today and even decided to try not using the cat carrier since it was very wet. It wasn’t too much longer and we were on our way, surprisingly not too far off of our targeted departure time. Within an hour, both cats have settled in and have found a place to sleep off the intensity of their adventure. Pokey seems to like being curled up on my lap or cradled in my arms.
We are headed for